Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.